The cell phone vibrated on the table.
Skye Brown glanced at it and saw the caller was Dylan Wellington.
Yesterday at the dinner, today taking Molly away... so many things, knowing she couldn't avoid them, Skye once again looked at the happily eating Molly.
She picked up the cell phone and left the restaurant, going to the balcony to take the call.
"Hello..."
"Skye, why can't you just stay put in the villa?"
As soon as the call was picked up, Dylan Wellington's cold and distant voice transmitted through the receiver.
"I..."
"You should be clear, our relationship is just a transaction." Dylan Wellington's deep, cold voice interrupted Skye.
He warned in a low voice: "You're still in the probation period, and your performance last night at the dinner was exceedingly poor. According to the teacher, I'm doubtful whether to continue maintaining our transaction. Now, I've just finished work, only to receive a report of your mishap—"
